I was lying on the beach daydreaming, the sand sticking to the warm flesh of my naked thighs and arms. It was a warm day, so I lay on the waters edge, the tide playfully licking at me feet and daringly crawling further up my legs with each splash on the shore.
The water was a little cold, so my flesh goose-bumped and my pussy began to ache in nervous anticipation of the rising tide. My soft pink nipples hardened.
The sunlight that was warming my freckled skin was suddenly shadowed. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I tried to make out who was blocking my way, but all I could make out through my squinting eyes was a masculine stranger.
"You're going to get wet." He said as he reached out a hand towards me.
"Um, yeah, I knowβ¦.." I said as I took his hand. He pulled me up in one strong, graceful movement.
As I came to my feet, my face came within inches of a straining hard-on beneath his shorts. My pussy gushed with lust.
The stranger walked me to where my belongings were. I sat down to put my shoes on as he stood silently in front of me. I couldn't help but keep looking at the hard-on dieing to break out of his pants β I just knew he could smell the juices dripping down my thigh.
In my distracted state, I put the wrong sandal on the wrong foot.
"Here, let me help you." The stranger said.